Hu Shao was originally holding back a bellyful of anger, and now this man was asking him as if provoking him, which instantly made him furious.
"Damn it, do you think I wanted to lose?" Hu Shao yelled, "Just now, Number Three indeed had the upper hand, but who knew it would turn out this way. Number Three is stronger than Number Seven, but in this kind of competition, as I've said, sometimes a single move born of a split-second inspiration can change the whole battle, and that's completely out of my control."
"Besides, you're the one who wanted to bet seven million, why should I compensate you? Shit, if you win, I don't get a penny. If you lose, I have to pay you, do you think the people of Hu Martial Arts School are easy to bully?"
Towards the end, Hu Shao's tone grew heavier, evidently using the reputation of the Hu Martial Arts School to intimidate others.